Yesterday Water was sky and leaves Clung to tree
branches with pure honest trust Yesterday we carved our forever
names On mountain faces that we dared to climb. Could
we still harness the waves Lying on their froth as jetsam dead?
I catch the corner of my skin and tear the pith Until I
am new and exposed The way out is past the creaking arms of the
city. Do you Crumbling shrines Believe?
and save a life But blind trust stumbles And we must
live by the cracks.
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